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[therushingsky]

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[gamjam]

"Rhys??"

Gortys tries to press open her shell to see him, relief and worry both in her tone.


"Lark helped carry me here. I can't get my shell open."

[therushingsky]

Rhys has to lean in pretty close to get a good grip on Gortys, but once she's cradled safely into the crook of his arm, he steps back into his cabin.

"Thank your for bringing her. It looks like it's just body damage-- um, could you just, scootch that onto a chair for me or something?"

Rhys nods to the half built prosthetic arm on the desk. He needs the work space, so congratulations, Lark, you've just been awarded the role of lab tech.

"Don't worry, Gortys. You just relax in there, pretend you're having a nap. We'll get you out in no time."

[ukan]

He steps in fast and finds a soft place for the arm (Rhys's bed, but he is hoping that won't matter).

"She said you know the tech from her world?"

[gamjam]

"Okay." She does try to relax, Rhys, really, but it's a bit distressing to not be able to stretch like she wants to. She settles down, comforted by Rhys' familiar grip.